Farewell.
Pairing:
ADMM (HP)
Rating: PG-13, just to be safe
Disclaimer: Harry
Potter. J.K Rowling. Need I say more?
Author's Notes: CONTAINS
BAD ASS SPOILERS FOR THE HALF BLOOD PRINCE. Do not read if you have
not read the book.
This hasn't been beta-ed, the mistakes are all
MINE! Yay.
Summary: Sitting beside the white tomb, Minerva copes
with loss.
Never thought
This day would come so
soon
We had no time to say goodbye
How can the world just carry
on?
I feel so lost when you are
Not by my side
There's
nothing but silence now
Around the one I loved
Is this our
farewell?
Within Temptation-Our Farewell
The
patch of ground near the lake was unnaturally quiet. The birds had
stopped singing; the animals in the Forbidden Forest had stopped
making any noise at all; and the emerald clad woman sat silently,
tears falling down her cheeks, she seemed to be lost in a world that
belonged to the past, or perhaps one of her own making.
Minerva
McGonagall sat in the sea of seats that had been occupied not long
ago by friends, students, and dignitaries from the ministry.
It
had been about an hour since Albus' funeral had concluded and the
guests had departed. The students had walked back to the castle, to
gather their belongings before catching the train; everyone else had
left too, but she did not know where they had gone, and she didn't
care. The only thing she cared about now was the white marble box in
front of her, and the body that lay inside it. It was the body of
this generation's greatest wizard; an intellect, a professor, a man
with the heart of a child, her best friend and the only man she ever
loved.
When she had been young and had attended her first
funeral, the funeral of her grandfather; she had realised that the
purpose was not to think of the deceased, but rather yourself and how
lonely your life would be without them, how difficult it would be to
accept that life goes on, and to learn how to live again. It had not
even been a week since Albus' death, but she was already unbearably
lonely; the world seemed a darker place; jokes didn't seem funny, the
summer weather didn't seem warm and bright, and the threat of Lord
Voldermort seemed more real than ever. Even though Albus wasn't
really the best weapon they had, that responsibility had landed on
Potter's shoulders; he was the most powerful wizard they had had on
their side, and the only one intelligent enough to make plans
Voldermort wouldn't see straight through. And in this difficult time,
the well being of these children had fell onto her shoulders; she
could adequately fill in the position of Headmistress of course, but
she could never replace Albus Dumbledore, no one could; and everyone
knew that. Not many children would return back to school next year
though, and she was almost glad of that. She was a teacher, so
naturally she despised that the war was interrupting her students
schooling; but some of them may not live to see the end of the war,
and if that was the case then the last faces they should see should
be those of their parents. She thought of them all as her students,
every one from the lions to the snakes; and she mourned for everyone
they lost to the Dark side, Albus had too.
Albus, how she missed
him. His death had not been expected, she had always thought she
would be the one to go first. Albus gave of such a sense of power,
that he had seemed immortal at times. She had seen him at his worst
as well, they had been married for fifty years after all, but even
then he had been dignified and unwilling to give up. It was one of
the things that she had always loved in him. He had always been the
strong one, the one who held her when she hurt, the one who protected
her when she was vulnerable, but now he was gone, and she was alone.
She was not the only one who mourned his death though, she was
one of the only ones who mourned him; but everyone on the light side
missed the strong presence he gave. His death reminded them all of
their own mortality; and of the fact that while Voldermort was
around, their end was probably a lot closer than they thought.